BACKGROUND CHECKS-GOVERNMENT CONTROLLED CONSPIRACY-“RUINING LIVES 1 SLED CHECK AT A TIME”

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Let’s just get to the point here. If you have a criminal record in you reside in the state of South Carolina, you’re screwed. fortunately, if you’re anything like me; you may be fine. Being self reliant and a self starter is the only way to survive in this world when the government has placed a label on you. no matter how kind and caring you are or how intelligent you may be, whatever mistakes you’ve made with the law aren’t forgiven and you have less than a 50% chance at gaining employment that could substantially increase your level of stability.

people always say it’s okay to make mistakes – bullshit! A mistake is like a point being taken away from your life. We are all “walking recorded data”! The law has gotten so power struct someone decided to keep record of each and every American life with the intention to control and “manage” the groups that the government created.

The groups are as follows:
homeless, poor, wealthy, rich, and criminals.

Each American has to be placed in one of these groups in order for the government to keep things at their preferred levels. There has to be a percentage of poor people, a percentage of wealthy people, and so on. BUT WHY?????

There is a wide range of reasons but the ultimate goal is CONTROL!

Unfortunately, I am one of the ones that has to live with this injustice. First of all, no one looks at WHY the person did what they did. I can understand the government when it comes to major charges like Murder, child abuse, etc, but there should be some type of chart or whatever they need to base their judgement on our futures. Every job that I’ve ever applied for, I had to make a decision on whether to lie or tell the truth about my past.

As you can see, hopefully, that I’m a fairly intelligent woman with goals. However, my record has me stuck in a dead end job that ONLY/BARELY pays my bills. There are no advancement opportunities and your coworkers treat you like crap. The only one that can take initiative is me! I’ve been labeled and placed in the Criminal Category. In this category you can’t really be trusted. If you’re on probation, you aren’t even allowed to vote. I thought voting was a human right, but I see the government has made it a privilege.

Another point to be made is, anytime you give your social security number you’re giving up all of your life to whomever you gave your social to. The employer, teacher, doctor, etcetera are people just like you and I. Why trust them? Companies do background checks, credit inquiries, and some even check your medical records without your permission. Nowadays, most people doesn’t monitor their credit history so they wouldn’t know about the inquiries anyway. With that being said, people like me aren’t given a reason for disqualification. It’s just a simple, NO.

THIS IS FOOD FOR THOUGHTS, PEOPLE LIKE ME AREN’T MEANT TO SURVIVE……..

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AM I WEIRD FOR BEING OPTIMISTIC

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IF A PERSON SEEMS WICKED, DO NOT CAST HIM AWAY.
AWAKEN HIM WITH YOUR WORDS,
ELEVATE HIM WITH YOUR DEEDS,
REPAY HIS INJURY WITH YOUR KINDNESS
DO NOT CAST HIM AWAY;
CAST AWAY HIS WICKEDNESS.

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I’m a very optimist young lady! Am I weird for having an open mind? Am I weird because I love to learn?

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Lacey C Riley
LACEYS PACE

WHAT IS A REAL MAN???

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A real man; solid, secure, and absolute
Unpredictable ,adept, and highly acute.

A real man takes pride and his judgement is precise.
He’s decisive, knows exactly what he want and what he likes.

A real man loves deep and he loves hard,
He isn’t shallow and knows when to let down his guard.

A real man is a GOD; a protector of his possessions,
He’s never brutal or violent, he maintains his aggression.

A real man is gentle but never weak,
He is prominent, profound, and complete.

A real man takes care of his other half,
They are inseparable; there is no subtraction in his kind of math!

A real man keeps his door cracked but never wide open,
He is clever, witty, and his preeminence is very potent.

A real man rears wealth, never receding or lacking,
He demands respect, or he’ll send your ass packing.

Be a real woman to your real man and don’t mess it up for nothing in the world,
Real men are rare, and hard to find like a precious pearl. ❤

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*** I didn’t load an image of a man because finding a perfect image for this type of poem is impossible. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed.

IS BUDDHISM SO BAD

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Hey, don’t let the title scare you off. Buddhism was once a part of my life. When I was in prison, ***wait, yes I was really incarcerated here in this awful state of South Carolina. The topic of religion is very popular today. Not for any spiritual reasons though. Today, religion is all about Money, Money, and more Money. My point is, we’re taught to believe in specifics and to completely disregard other religions; only worship “our own”, religion. These different religions are like gangs, right? But, I’m confused because isn’t it the Lord’s religion to begin with and when did he ever specify which group or gang to be in?

With that being said, I’ve been an optimist my entire life regarding religion. I’ve researched all different types of religions but not in depth. However, when I was in prison, it got boring when I wasn’t slaving in the kitchen for South Carolina. I would like to share some of what I’ve researched because I don’t think the Buddhist beliefs are so bad. I’m not dedicated to any religion. I BELIEVE IN THE GOD THAT CREATED THE HUMAN RACE. ……  “whoever that may be

THE BUDDHIST WAY: instructions of life

Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.

Follow the the R’s: respect for self, respect for others, and Responsibility for all your actions.

Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.

Don’t let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

Spend sometime alone everyday.

Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.

Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and look back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.

A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.

In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Do not deal with the past.

Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.

“Let Go” of the individuals whom bring you down.

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To all of the "Holier than thou" gangs......you may be wearing a pair of these right now or your own children may be begging for a pair of these jeans. "True Religion" jeans.

Lacey C Riley
LACEYS PACE

“Childhood Deprivation”{Story}

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MY LIFE AT A GLANCE

KID: Thoughts, Actions, Consequences

I was troubled as a kid. However, my troubles were silent. I didn’t have/expose a “well-known” mental disorder such as retardation, ADHD, Schizophrenic, or Bipolar Disorder. It started off as an attention thing. Some where in this damn brain of mine, I craved attention. I didn’t just need it; at that time in my life – I lived for it. ATTENTION–that word is more powerful than you may think. If you’re getting plenty of attention then you may not understand.

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Even pretty girls get lonely “FRIENDLESS”

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Ok so just to get this over with, I have no friends! I mean don’t get me wrong, I have friends on Facebook, followers on twitter and instagram, and connections on LinkedIn; but no real friends in my life. Hard to believe? Is it hard to believe because I’m pretty? If you answered yes, you’re an idiot!

Just kidding, but seriously, I don’t have any friends, homegirls, road dogs, besties, fwb (friends with benefits), buddies, or anything of that nature. I socialize but not thoroughly. When I was younger, I always felt weird. I always liked what other girls my age, didn’t like. I loved to do boy things but that didn’t help because even though the boys played with me, I was still a girl and nothing could’ve changed that.

Let’s start from the beginning but I’ll be brief. In school, I loved to learn – a lot! I loved English, reading, writing, creative writing, and just anything that could consume my mind. No one in my household was interested in my interests. As I continued to grow up with my business – like mind, I became more and more confused about people and life. In school, I was one of the smartest and one of the poorest. Those two categories alone will keep anyone friendless unless you attract people that share your interests. Unfortunately, I wasn’t that lucky. Due to many circumstances, I attracted kids that were violent, lived in disturbed and dysfunctional homes, kids that had careless parents, and poor kids.

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I can’t be the only one…

Life sucks! Well, I take that back, it has its perks. However, mine has had a number of things. I’d hate to sound cliché but, my life has had ups, downs, side to sides, back and forths, twists, turns, and even some criss crosses. (I know those are made up words) Anyway, I’ve decided to fill the world in on my life. No, I’m not tooting my own horn. … I actually am less confident than people think. I feel like most of the things that go on in my mind, are weird. A few others can vouch for that statement. I feel alone a lot though. I feel like no one else could possibly have a mind like mine. So that is why I’ve chosen to blog. I want to see if I’m alone here.

Recently I had somewhat of a nervous breakdown that sent me to the hospital. (Psychiatric Unit) But before I made it to the actual “prison”…..Let me tell you what led up to this. I had been feeling down for a few days. I tried reaching out to family, Co-workers, fiancé, Jesus, myself? Nothing or no one helped. They brushed it off and told me that everything would be ok. How the hell will everything be ok? I hadn’t even told them what was wrong with me yet, ha! I continued to TRY to reach out but I still felt alone and now vulnerable. I was at work when the initial breakdown began. I tried to hold off the tears until the end of my shift but they just started falling and I felt weaker as the time passed.

The end of my shift finally arrived and I ran outside to meet my fiancé and when I walked up to the car, I saw his 3 year old daughter and his little brother. Everybody dressed all up and I felt like and looked like shit. (All in my head) I said, damn I don’t want them to see me like this. I tried looking out of the car window to hide my face but I was so weak and miserable, the damn tears appeared again. Here I am again, vulnerable, crying, weak, insecure, and just messed up. The ride home seemed longer than usual. (Why is the damn ride so long when something is wrong with you? ) The entire ride home I kept asking myself over and over: “I WONDER HOW THEY WOULD FEEL IF I DIED? ” That statement kept messing with me. So I had made up my mind, So I thought, that I was gonna end my life. But my dumb ass sent everybody a goodbye forever text. (Cry for help) My fiancé got fed up with my whining so he decided to just go and enjoy the day with his family. He left, then that was my chance, my chance to play almighty and take my own life. (Selfish? )

Anyway, I’m at home and I’m running around the house looking for pills and whatever I could find to aide me in this dumb ass decision I was gonna make. I took 2 OTC sleeping pills. I saw like a third of some witch hazel, window cleaner, and another all purpose cleaner, and mixed them with some juice and water. I sat there looking stupid then I sent my fiancé another pity text.

I tried to take the first drink. Oh god, I forgot to hold my nose. It was awful, I spit the mix in a bucket. I tried more the next time with my nose pinched but I gagged and spit up it up. I laid down on the floor actually praying for death but it never came. My fiance and the kids came back and caught me lying on the floor. I locked the door so no one could get in but that made the panic worse. I was so weak I couldn’t even open the door. All I could hear was my fiancé, his daughter, and his little brother screaming for help. At that point I knew that I had made it to my breaking point. I knew that I needed to see a doctor but I did not know that I would have an eye opening experience in the hospital. I’m going to stop here……..but everyone needs to realize that no one has your back in life like you do and we’re all the same. Some know more than others but we all face life. What will you do when you need someone to talk to? Think about the people that you talk to… consider the fact that they are the same as you. They have problems too. Stay tuned for: MY STAY AT THE HOSPITAL. (ALL TRUE STORIES AND FACTS/NO FILTER)

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Lacey C. Riley